Years ago, I thought up the name Queen. It’s just a name. But it’s regal, obviously, and -sounds splendid.
I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.
I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.
I’m not into business at all.
I like people to go away from a Queen show feeling fully entertained, having had a good time.
Who wants to live forever?
One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me – I might have been killed.
If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.
I have fun with my clothes onstage; it’s not a concert you’re seeing, it’s a fashion show.
You either have the magic or you don’t. There’s no way you can work up to it.
The lavish presentation appeals to me, and I’ve got to convince the others.
In terms of love, you’re not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I’m a very tragic person. But there’s always an element of humour at the end.
The concept of Queen is to be regal and majestic. Glamour is part of us, and we want to be dandy.
I’m possessed by love – but isn’t everybody?
You can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be.
The more you open up, the more you get hurt. So basically, I’m just riddled with scars and I just don’t want any more.
Born to be kings, we’re the princes of the Universe!
Put out the good and keep the bad – don’t believe all you read in the Bible.
There’s one thing we’re all waiting for, it’s Peace on earth and end to war, it’s the miracle we need... The Miracle!
I don’t wanna die, I sometimes wish I’ve never been born at all.
I can’t win. Love is Russian roulette for me. No one loves the real me inside. they’re all in love with my fame, my stardom. I fall in love far too quickly and end up getting hurt all the time. I’ve got scars all over. But I can’t help myself because basically I’m a softie I have this hard, macho shell – which I project on stage but there’s a much softer side. too, which melts like butter.